The Grid

Inhale… we take it all in
Prying hands mold… inhale
Prying hands mold
We shape you… you’ll never know
Distinct cries for help rain down on our vice
The device inside
Prying hand become old
Rebirth
Inhale… we take it all in
Dying hands mold. inhale
Dying hands hold
We break you… you’ll never know
Distinct cries for help rain down
Judge not what we do, judge what we feed
Mental transformation
We have become their memory
Step back and feel the sun
Step back and touch the end
We are in this together
Millions circling
Judge not what we do, judge what we feed
Guilt surrounds… we pushed for a perfect life
We held you under and let you drown
Slowly submerge… become your true self
Rain down on our vice… the device inside
Prying hands become old
Rebirth
Judge not what we do, judge what we feed
Mental transformation
We have become their memory
The moon slides past the shoreline
Its crimson glows lives on
Please don’t wait up for me
I’ve finally locked the door
Please don’t wait up for me
I can now move on
We are in this together